It's been ten years exactly since I published Dreaming Maples. The novel has sold very well, but I still have plenty of copies. As this is the ten-year anniversary of the novel's publication, I have decided to offer signed copies of the book for $5 (plus a couple of dollars for media rate shipping.) The book, which was nominated for a Pushcart Prize before its publication in 2002, earned high praise from hundreds of readers. The novel is a mother-daughter tale, with the daughter, Candace, reading her mother Eileen's journal, the journal Eileen kept when she was pregnant with Candace. For more about the book, and how it came to me in a series of day dreams, I invite you to visit the blog, Dreaming Maples.
Here is the Prologue:
"In the dream, it is early evening. Fall. All the shadows have melted into the ground and the sky is a sweet milky blue. Candace is lying in the grass, too tired to move, staring into the giant maple in Audrey’s front yard. A single star appears. The star is a dazzling pearl, a distant pinprick of fire in the clear night. And then the marvel happens. The star comes cascading out of the zenith, hurling itself toward earth with the speed that only light can have. It touches a leaf on the tree and the leaf catches fire and burns brilliant yellow. Miraculously, though, like Moses’ burning bush, the mother maple is not consumed in flame. Soon another star shows itself in the sky and it too is a grain. And again, it flies down from the heavens and a second leaf explodes into red flame. The same thing happens, over and over again, stars falling like fireworks from the heavens, stars bursting into leaf, the light coming to life in orange, crimson and a host of glowing fall colors. Every star is a match to a leaf. As the tree billows up, Candace stands, because the scene is a miracle and it takes her breath away, the mother maple, incandescent in the yard, filling the night sky.
Later, when she is older, and the dream comes true, she wonders. Do dreams set fire to our worst fears? Or do they lead us like searing biblical visions into lands that we can only bear to see first with our eyes closed?"
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